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After a long and wet summer there is nothing that is as delicious as a stable and dry autumn. I still have not seen anything of the dry, so now it's only autumn. I've always wondered why Bergen is so grumpy and miserable, but after nine years in Bergen I begin to understand the context. In the beginning I could feel værsjuka come when the thirtieth day poured world population prospects the 2006 revision down from the sky, but eventually I have in a strange way learned world population prospects the 2006 revision to live with it. It turns out that only technique to deal with crap weather is through bitterness and whining and moaning slightly. Going to the shops here in town after a long rain period is a study in itself. It drips from umbrellas, the splash between boots and linoleum, everybody's wigs are pulled down in the face and as I put my legs inside doorstep, stomping me and looking up; I see sour fails with the runny makeup. No friendly smiles, no! It's not just the sight of Bergen, which is characteristic, in addition to the boastful world population prospects the 2006 revision voices can recognize the smell of. "Fragrance" of wet wool is the smell of a Bergenser, as I recall back from the nursery - wet polvotter. I hate wet polvotter. The sour smell of sheep that have been skinned and wrapped together into one or other garment into a farm far into the mountains.
It is also the same reason that I do not take the bus. Where it smells very wet polvotter .. In addition, tight, very tight. When I'm on the road I usually always a whole lot of things with me; Computer bag, backpack with all the books I need and maybe a sports bag. Three heavy but necessary stuff that mostly have to be with and that takes a certain amount of space. And I like to have control of my stuff. world population prospects the 2006 revision I can not put those away from me in the aisle of the bus and had shelves on buses nowadays is not big enough to accommodate an A-level disposable. So when I take with me the whole lot up in my seat. And as bus rides until growing number of people exponentially with stops along the route. It fills up, more and more people and I pull my bag closer world population prospects the 2006 revision and closer to myself, as a cloak of politeness, world population prospects the 2006 revision in the hope that those who come to feel welcome world population prospects the 2006 revision to sit down. Meanwhile, I hope that they think when they see me; "Here there was too much logistics needed before I can put me, so I prefer rather to stand than to bother you." But no, no sympathy retrieving der no. So she stands there then (often women who take the bus for some reason), a wet pound, looking down at me with a look that could scared the hell out of most. I writhe quickly toward the window, hoping that she will disappear farther back in the bus, disappearing out of my world. I will not relate world population prospects the 2006 revision to her. I try not to look into her eyes, pretending that I listen to music while I sleep. But I see her out there on the periphery, she stands there permanently mestemt where she will sit and I hear she escapes on grautamål. world population prospects the 2006 revision I know the smell of the wet wool her. My conscience sticking me in my side. Then I slowly then, while I go stopper with music in the ear and pulls me bagger world population prospects the 2006 revision and bags. One gets "space" under the seat in front of me. "Under the seat in front of me"? Who the hell was it that found that one could put things there? Flight attendants also says that we should put things there, or more specifically that the luggage will fit there. Oh my God when people, I have feet and they need a certain space for that circulation shall resume as normal. And with the minimal space allotted between me and the wet, burly, big man in front of me there is no room for so damn much else. Anyway, I manage to push PC bag down there in front and the other two bags on your lap. Dama slams down on the seat with a thud as the whole seat railing shaking and lady sitting behind me starts groaning and breathing heavily as a small protest against the burly heavyweights. I feel the heat from her spirit to my ear, like a sick while traveling dog on road trip from Lindesnes to Nordkapp in 40 degrees and hot sun. God, I get chills. Dama next to me pulls out a snuff box. Not one of those pink sweet girl turned with mocha flavor, but General LOOSE. She takes off the lid and begin to bake. From what I can see on this chick then snuff the only thing she has baked in recent years. Not exactly the grandfather defined as well hag topic when I was little. The palms of her is yellow and between world population prospects the 2006 revision the right index and middle finger you can see the edge of tempered nicotine from rolling world population prospects the 2006 revision tobacco. I have nothing against nicotine and love yourself snus, but others turned, world population prospects the 2006 revision however, I have a little more strained relationship.
So I sit there when, squeezed against the glass, and packed with bags and bags and half ponsjoen the woman next to me over my lap. It is also knitted in wool, so it smells. A red, moss green and yellow knitted world population prospects the 2006 revision ponsjo that illuminates the Socialist Left Party Chooses long way. In a mixture of "fragrance" world population prospects the 2006 revision consisting of wet wool, rolling tobacco, snuff and sweat trips we set off toward your destination. Unger